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[blushfwul]

˚₊‧꒰ა . . .𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮˚୨୧ ₊ ♱ . 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊 . nineteen . she/her . bladie's angelbun . haiyi's dollie . wrio's bunnie . . ໒꒱

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ . .୨ৎ𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 . 𝓶𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓼. .୧ ᮫

— (n) sfw / sfw personal & writing blog ! minors / ageless blogs dni .

[hiowi]

sweet , sweet ajax who’s overstimulated beyond belief but he just can’t get enough :( every time he cums , his cock gets hard again because his princess is so pretty ! n’ when his legs finally give out he rolls over next to u n’ loosely holds u in his arms , pulling u closer to him as he continues rocking into u softly , biting back little moans n’ whines . . he’s so sensitive but still , he just can’t help himself >_<

[blushfwul]

[anantaru]

i miss xiao

cw. touch starved xiao, playing with your clit, teasing and dirty talk, fem! reader

xiao misses you too, even better, he misses how you feel underneath the silhouette of his vigorous shape— and how exactly was he supposed to organize the hunger he felt the second he saw you?

you're even more tasteful than he could recall in his memories.

in the twinkling of an eye, he claims his long-awaited kiss with a rough growl and you both were gone, lost to a hefty hunger of tasting and touching, his erection hard and impatient rubbing against your naked folds.

xiao exhales through his mouth, yet you notice something deviant in his amber brown eyes, prosperously around his irises— something darker? it's strange, but you could see how excited he was for this, how his bitingly hard cock wasn't the first indicator on how much the yaksha had missed your presence.

you wanted to visit him more, or feel him for that matter. have your bare, exposed body be pressed in between the bed and his muscular body as he worships each crevice of your frame.

a soft moan rings from your throat as he slides his length in between your soaked folds, his hips tenderly moving in keeping with the rest of his weight moving closer to your figure before he lets go of a thick globule of spit in his mouth, to experience the raw feeling even more vividly.

xiao breathes, "i-is that good for you? it feels good to me, ugh, you feel so good," while he places his palms on top of your knees to spread you further apart, "i'm going to make you come apart," his lips brush over your own as he talks, his eyes half opened yet consumed in his own fantasies,

"and eat away the nightmares that wronged you,"

even while xiao was close to you like this, in this moment in time it was almost like you didn't hear him talk to you, you just couldn't concentrate on his voice, not when you were so absorbed on the way he dragged along your folds with every grind of his length smearing your arousal on your pussy, his pre cum too, glimmering of clear white on the delicate skin.

xiao takes one hand and pulls his fingers out to give your clit the stimulation it craved for— firstly, collecting some of your slick to massage it into the sensitive bud as you inevitable moan out, your hips frantically thrusting up into the air. he hums his appreciation to your candid reaction, leaning in to nuzzle at your bare throat, never stopping the circles on your clit.

"xiao, please, i wanna feel you already," your hips arch firmly up at his dripping dick skimming in between your puffiness, your limbs and muscles perceiving an immovable wall of raw lust as you're meeting his own aching body. "fuck me, please…"

it was a tempting line of thought, he has to admit, one that made his hefty cock twitch hard against your willing body. but xiao had only now gotten you back.

the man wanted to indulge in this, in you, as well as ignoring the pressures of his shaft aching deeply whenever he rolled his sensual tip over your hole, noticing how it drips filthily with your arousal.

"not yet, you shouldn't be so greedy," he purrs softly at you, his rushing blood quickening as he asserts control over his own choice, as if he needed to manipulate himself into being able to taunt you a while longer, "this is just a taste of what i will give to you later,"

xiao's full lips twitch into a smirk when you nod your head obediently at him, both of your arms lazily dangling on his shoulder.

the yaksha decides to take his hand from your clit before wrapping his palm around his pulsing erection, a low grunt, clearly broken but entirely focused— crumbling from past his plump lips.

he slides his tip up and down your folds before nudging it past the protective flesh that hid away your pearl, listlessly ghosting over the sensitive bud until you're presenting each and every twitch of your body signalizing the lust.

he was there now, toying with your clit, you can feel him, right?

pressed up so tight against your sensual nerves as your hole flutters around air, pump pump pump, it's like you're developing a second heart beat on your sex. your nipples turn hard of lust, your skin revealing in a scorching hot fire when he continues, expertly groping his cock while working his tip on your delicate clit.

preparing you for what's about to come.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[blushfwul]

hi lovies ! its finally february . been busy with school works lately but i'm enjoying my free time writing / continuing some of my drafts and will be posting some of these soon as well ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა i know it's been a while so i feel like i've been rusty with my writing as of recent so pls bare with me . though, have this little peek of the characters that i'm currently working on rn hehe i want to greet all of u an advance happy valentines day ! wishing u all the love + happiness this month and the coming months ahead . ♡

[blushfwul]

   ׅ ౨ৎ 𝓶𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

summary: in which you prepare a little surprise for your precious bladie on valentines day.

blade x fem!reader , mdni, nsfw, soft + mean blade , kisses , p → v , unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of lingerie, praises, creampie, blade just adores you !! w.c: 1.5k

blade's eyes widened in surprise as he entered the room and caught sight of you in your alluring lingerie. the adrenaline from the mission still coursing through his veins, his usual facade cracked for a moment, revealing a flicker of raw desire. his gaze roamed over your form, taking in every delicate detail of the pink lingerie that adorned your body. "angel," he breathed, "what's all this?" his eyes remained locked on you, unable to tear his gaze away.

"happy valentines day? d . . do you like it?" you nervously chuckled, fidgeting the lace of your lingerie, the one you picked earlier that day to surprise him. seems like you've made him speechless so you ticked that box inside of your head as you carefully watch his expression.

blade's gaze remained fixed on you, his desire evident in his eyes. he slowly approached you, his movements purposeful and controlled. then he slowly reached out, his fingers gently tracing along the delicate lace of your lingerie.

"like it? no, angel," he replied, his voice low and filled with conviction. "i don't just like it. i love it. you look absolutely stunning in that lingerie." he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your flushed skin.

"this was supposed to be a surprise you know. . but i think i was the one who got surprised by your early return from your mission. . how was it?" you were stalling. he noticed. you always do this whenever you seemed nervous, and it only made the boiling desires within him heightened. he was going to devour you, right here, right now, in that little cute lingerie of yours.

"let's not talk about the mission right now angel," he didn't even let you reply when he suddenly leaned in to finally capture your lips in a heated kiss, his actions clearly speaking louder than words.

blade's kiss deepened, his passion igniting as he explored your mouth with a hunger that matched his touch. his hand roamed your body, tracing the curves of your figure with possessive intent. the soft fabric of the lingerie felt exquisite against his fingertips, only adding to the intensity of his desire. he broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, where he peppered light kisses and nips along your sensitive skin. "you're so beautiful, angel," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of desire and reverence.

"only for y- you. ." you murmured under batted breaths, already shuddering under the touch of his lips on your skin.

his lips curled into a dark smirk as he noticed your reaction to his touch. he didn't waste his time as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down gently. he continued to trail kisses along your skin, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. his fingers dipped beneath the lace of your thong, teasing your soaked slit with feather-light touches. "you're already so wet for me, angel," he husked, his voice dripping with desire. "you're always ready for me, aren't you?" he increased the pressure of his touch, sliding a finger between your slick folds, relishing in the way you trembled beneath him.

"nhnn. . t- touched myself for you.. before you arrived. . . thought about you. . mhmm!" you writhed when he added another finger inside, hitting that spot.

his fingers continued to explore your wetness, finding that spot that made you quiver with pleasure. "you thought about me, mhmm?" he growled, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. "did you imagine my fingers inside you, angel?" he curled his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to that sweet spot, his thumb expertly rubbing against your sensitive clit. "i'll make those fantasies come true," he whispered.

"b- bladie !! p - please. . !" you felt like he was doing this for his own enjoyment, you knew that he liked it when you were like this.

blade's lips curled into a smug grin as he felt your body quivering with pleasure beneath his touch. He could hear the wet sounds of your arousal echoing in the room, only fueling his desire further. he continued to finger you relentlessly, his movements skilled and precise. "please what, angel?" he taunted, his voice laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure. "do you want to come? beg for it. beg me to make you come."

"can I please come? pleaseeee bladieee p- p lease let me come!" you whimpered, toes already curling as you felt like you were going to see stars as you felt yourself nearly over the edge.

your desperation only fueled his own desire. he could feel the pulsating walls of your core tightening around his fingers, a clear sign that you were on the brink of climax. with a final curl of his fingers and a swift flick of his thumb against your clit, he granted your plea. "come for me, angel," he commanded, his voice husky with dominance. "let go and give in to your pleasure." he continued to stimulate you, prolonging your orgasm as he reveled in the sight and sound of your release.

when he saw your shuddering form under him, it didn't take a while for him to unzip his pants off, eyes burning with hunger as he watched you experience the waves of pleasure washing over you. he relished in the sight of your body quivering, your moans filling the room. but he wasn't done with you yet. without giving you a moment to catch your breath, he positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly tracing the tip of his cock along your abdomen before sliding it down to your slick slit.

you couldn't wait, even as you were still sensitive, you couldn't help but to nudge your hips to let his tip pop inside.

"impatient, aren't you, angel?" he taunted, his hot breath grazing your ear. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing his cock against your slick folds, but not yet entering you. "patience, my dear. good things come to those who wait," he murmured, his voice filled with a sadistic pleasure. blade continued to tease you, his cock teasingly grazing your entrance, but intentionally denying you the satisfaction of his full penetration.

"p - please 's not enough bladie. . w-want you fully inside. ."

he couldn't deny the desperation and longing in your voice, the way your body craved his fullness. With a low growl, he gave in to your request. he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he finally thrust himself deep inside you. yhe feeling of your tightness engulfing him sent a surge of pleasure through his body, and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan. he held you close, his grip firm yet gentle as he began to move, each thrust filling you completely.

"f-fuckkk s-so good. . so good !" you were trying your best to kiss him back in that position. how utterly cute, he thought.

blade's thrusts grew more relentless, his hips meeting yours with a primal rhythm. the sounds of your moans and the wet, rhythmic slapping of your bodies filled the room, creating a symphony of desire. he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck, where he claimed your skin with marks of his own. "you feel so fucking good, angel," he groaned against your skin, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. "you're mine, all mine."

"m- might not be a safe day for me i- if you come inside . ." you softly whisper against his ear, legs already locking into place around the curve of his as he continued fucking you relentlessly, not minding your words one bit.

his obsession and intoxication with you clouded his judgment, causing him to disregard your concerns. he continued to thrust into you with unwavering intensity, his need to claim you overriding any sense of caution. "i don't care, angel," his voice filled with a primal hunger. "i'll fucking . . nghh. .! take responsibility for whatever comes next." his thrusts became even more fervent, driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"nhnn! r- really? a- aah! bladie !"

his finger now onto your sensitive nipple through the lace fabric of your lingerie, eliciting gasps and moans from you. "yes angel, fuck, i don't mind it." he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and possessiveness. "all I want is to feel you unravel beneath me." his ministrations on your nipple became more intense, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and teasing pinches, heightening your pleasure even more.

when you couldn't bare it anymore, he was there to come with you, he watched you succumb to the pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. the sound of your moans and the clenching walls of your core around him pushed him to the edge as well. with one final thrust, he followed you over the edge, his own release coursing through his body. he let out a low growl of pleasure, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside you. he continued to ride out the waves of pleasure, his body pressed against yours, as he relished in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

"my valentine, thank you for making this day special. for making every single day special for me. for us." he whispered, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close.

blade himself still couldn't believe that he has someone like you now. to call someone as his, his lover, his everything.

ⓒ blushfwul interactions of any kind is much appreciated ♡

[blushfwul]

vivi ! ! ! wht have u been up to ? I feel like I haven’t seen u on the dash in 5EVER ! hopez ur doin well :3

my sweetest mimi, thank u for leaving a message on my inbox while i was away ! <3 thank u for checking up on me luv , i was preoccupied with my studies ;; since i have a lil free time now, i figured i'd pop back in here 'n try to be active again ! how about u ? how's ur february going so far ?? tell me all about it !

[blushfwul]

special delivery special delivery ! ! 💌🎂 to m dearest vivi :: u r cordially invited to al haitham’s not so secret secret birthday bash next weekend eeee ! ! ! i hope u n wriwri cn make it — i’ll be sure to stuff plenty of cute pink things n local teas in ur goody bags :3 !

waaah omgie seeing this already brought a smile to my face ! this is such a cutie invitation card my lovie ! thank u my cocobee <3 i shall go with wrio for sure 0: we'll bring presents too hehe mwaah !! see u luv !!

[blushfwul]

i just saw the 249 leaks and omg YUTA ! ! YUTAA !! even his domain expansion is all about love AAAA born to shoujo, forced to shounen (real) !!!

[fleshunger-deactivated20240606]

As the strike ends tomorrow, I’d like to remind everyone to please keep continue talking about Palestine, we’re at a tipping point here. Please feel free and encouraged to talk about your interests once more but DO NOT forget about Palestine!! Talk about Palestine as much as you did during the strike! Continuing boycotting! We are the only voice Palestinians have. Continue keeping up with Palestinian news and journalists 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. and continue following the BDS movement and donate to Gaza based organisations if you can such as Care For Gaza .

Your silence is noticed. Even the smallest voice helps. No one is free until Palestine is free. 🇵🇸🍉

[blushfwul]

they are everything to me !!!!!

[izuwus]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐈 will absolutely cling to until my deathbed is that Xavier gets extremely jealous over your plushies, even more so when he finds out you kiss each of them goodnight. . Of course he does everything in his power to win them for you with the claw machine — even if he goes through all of his coins — but the moment you take them home and stack them on your bed, where he's supposed to sleep all bets are off the table.

Your nightly routine goes along as normal, but he's a little clingier than usual, lingers while you brush your teeth, offers to pat your face dry after you wash it, even lets you apply some of your products onto his face. Once the two of you are snuggled under the covers does he wait for you to fall asleep and amongst the darkness you fail to see the scowl on his face as he stares at the wall of plushies currently seperating your bodies.

It's only when he notices your breathing change does he spring into action, meticulously removing each plushed toy from the bed, placing them in the corner of the room and ensuring each of them were looking away from the bed. He huffs softly, hands on his hips as he glares down at them, whispering, "It's better this way. Don't take it personally, but I'd like to sleep next to my partner."

Xavier is only content once he's reeled your body into his chest, one arm curled firmly around your waist and keeping you tucked close, his face nuzzled into your hair. It's only then when he's able to doze off soundly for the night, knowing your close.

The next morning you wake up to your plushies not on the bed but tucked neatly under a blanket and propped up against a pillow in the corner of the room. And Xavier's coy, clueless expression had you thinking that maybe... just maybe... they grew legs, hopped off the bed and tucked themselves in.

[chaldeanu-deactivated20240902]

TUTORING. dr. ratio & fem!reader

{ not sfw, mdni. 3.3k } veritas ratio slowly losing his rationality just to admit he loves fucking you raw, cumming inside, he's still a narcissist and guides you through the act somewhat, unspecified relationship, catching feelings maybe, overstimulation, i'm actually obsessed with his first name sorry

doctor veritas ratio sneaking between your legs, holding your knees apart; his hands dig into the back of your thighs as he spreads you further before him.

"let me teach you how it's done," he says with a gentle smile, but his eyes already have that spark of determination once he looks down on you again.

for he hates idiocy, but as long as it's a simple lack of knowledge, he's willing to change that to cure you from the illness called 'not knowing' how to please him the best. and since he's one to favour practical teachings, well...

it starts like this: him wanting you to know how to make the most of the hidden pleasures within your body. yes, he understands that better than you, of course. as the hands on top of your knees slide back down your thighs, tracing over your inner skin and causing goosebumps to arise from such a sensitive touch, his palms start cupping around the fatty softness of your cunt, his thumb caressing between your folds, giving them just a gentle pull to separate them and expose more of the red heat that rests in-between.

your cheeks light up even darker, already feeling flustered from merely looking at him doing that — even though he's clearly too concentrated to do anything else than stare down between your legs; instead, it feels more embarrassing because of how blatant his action is, without any kind of shame or hesitance behind it, which only makes you all the more embarrassed in turn, causing this positive feedback loop where the situation grows into something almost unbearable for your easily stimulated nerves.

but still, you have no right to complain about his treatment. after all, when you said yes, you accepted being put into a submissive position like this. therefore, there's not much space left for objections... except for that one instance when the sudden intrusion of a single digit gets just too overwhelming to take inside without whimpering or wiggling around, wanting to run away from that direct touch — but then his fingers dig harshly into your inner thighs to stop you from escaping, pinning you back into place with little regard as he works you open against your squirming, pressing down on the delicate spot between your hole and your clit so he can rub his thumb over the sensitive nub in circles that grow tighter by the second.

you try to endure the harsh pressure until the very last moment, but still find yourself eventually losing that battle — sobbing out from the painful intensity as it becomes clear that you just couldn't hold your voice back any longer, tears prickling at the edges of your eyes because of the discomfort while the shame causes your face to light up further. it was more about the mixture of being sprawled before him in such an improper manner, no hiding from the bright afternoon light of his bedroom, than what he was doing with your body. but it was successful. successful in making you weak and whiny.

"veritas...!" your voice rings high-pitched, almost echoing through the room in pure embarrassment, the tightness within your chest coming through even within the single word of his name, as if that alone was already enough to convey the desire you had for him. "s-slow down—! it's too—"

when his eyes flicker up again to look at you, they seem strangely hazy. there's no hesitation when he gives you a glare as if considering scolding you for speaking out of line, but as soon as that happens, you realise it wasn't even close to being threatening enough — since immediately after that, he pushes another finger inside and hooks them in a way that has you bend backwards from the delicious treatment, unable to breathe in or out from the way the tightness of your throat cuts off all airflow.

a moan escapes from your mouth when you feel his touch slip deep within you, going so far that it almost feels as though his fingertips could touch the core of your sensitivity in a matter of seconds. there's not much room left for doubt anymore, because when his touch sinks this far, his hands are forced to follow along with how you're beginning to struggle around the penetration. he's giving you exactly what you asked for. it's almost frightening how you've forgotten about your own limits because of the distraction.

in the end, all you can do is give him a pitiful look. as soon as his eyes meet yours once more, he slows down and gives your entrance some mercy by stopping to push his fingers back and forth. his grip loosens. his expression doesn't change in the slightest, and after a short moment of thinking about why you would get the feeling that it does, you finally notice that his eyes no longer reflect the cold gleam from before.

and neither his voice, which seems less hostile when he says, "does your desire make you that desperate for my physical presence?"

before you know it, you can already hear the rustling sounds of his clothes. he doesn't care about getting rid of the vest or the robe, but he's fast to unbuckle the belt around his waist, causing your heart to sink — only to lift up in the next instant when he's finished pulling that down just far enough so he can take himself in hand. you're finally able to see how big he's getting already, from merely toying around with you a bit, watching how your cunt pulses around his fingers in the need for something more than this subtle contact.

with an aching heart, you realise that even though you think he's just so cute and sweet in his scholarly stubbornness, he might be too large for you to take him in properly.

but as he keeps watching your reactions, his palm wrapping around that pulsing erection, he must've understood your thoughts just from the look on your face. you were never good at hiding things, not from someone who sees them all, and perhaps it was just pity that got him to answer with such a soft tone when he spoke to you next.

"fret not, dear. i'd never inflict any manner of distress upon you." veritas speaks softly, spreading your folds open with one hand while holding up his girth with the other, just enough so that the tip touches against your opening in a gentle embrace. he looks like he's almost hesitant to say those words, as if doubting the need for reassuring you, but after a bit of reflection, he goes on to add, "should you find it within your cognitive faculties, tell me if anything gets uncomfortable. then i will adjust myself."

oh? that makes you feel just a little more at ease now that you know there's still a chance of retreat, even when you're being spread so open already, ready to take in something bigger than mere digits inside you.

and although he moves slowly and with care, it still becomes impossible for you to bite your tongue any longer when he presses the blunt tip of his cock to your lips and pries you apart to make space for himself. just as difficult as you imagined, your breath hitching from how intense that intrusion is alone.

maybe that was what made him go too hard on you first, giving you pleasure from the very start until your nerves started getting numb and weak... maybe he did that intentionally. knowing fully well how hard it'd get to ask for breaks when everything just felt so good right from the start. and he kept watching carefully to see if you're really not okay, with his brows furrowed in concentration.

"f-fuck, you're so warm." the words slurs out of his mouth, and you're surprised to hear him curse. he places his hand flat against your underbelly and rubs gently. "i really worked wonders on you..."

but his remark falls on deaf ears, for your mind is focused entirely on something else. that one moment of almost unbearable pressure quickly passed once he found the perfect angle and the perfect pace to get his hips rocking into yours without having to pause every couple of seconds.

it's heaving on him too, the way you contract involuntarily around his length and heat up his skin, your fluids running down your sensible flesh in wet drips and coating both of your bodies in a sheen of arousal.

he finds the position he's sitting in a little awkward, so he reaches forward to grab onto your knees again for some stability, pushing them outwards so your legs lay a little wider open on either side of him, your heels pressing into his hips with just enough force to signal that you want him to press harder into you and with a more assertive rhythm. so he leans forward, drapes his body over yours in such an intimate fashion, as if trying to claim every single piece of skin available to him... and begins to move.

it's unrefined, but it doesn't take long until it turns into something pleasurable as he thrusts into you, burying his whole shaft into the burning warmth that resides in between your thighs. his head lulls down, and a small grunt of appreciation escapes him as he pulls back once more to watch your cunt swallowing up his entire cock down to the hilt, and he's a little impressed by your ability to take all of him without complaints, your flesh hugging his like it belonged there all along.

to reward you, his grip around you tightens in order to support you, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles against the underside of your knees. this causes you to relax beneath him, so you can finally look back at him, smiling — the loveliest expression possible to make when you're sprawled out before a man you don't know that well yet.

that kind smile is contagious, but it also makes his chest feel strange — something stirring up from deep within.

veritas clears his throat as if to drive that sensation away and chases away the idea that you could somehow manipulate his feelings with such a simple thing as your pretty gaze and the curve of your mouth. however, he can't do much about that last bit, for he has to accept that his lips naturally end up curled up to respond to the same tenderness with a matching reaction, letting a soft chuckle slip that shakes his chest ever so slightly.

it feels... a little warm in the room now as his gaze travels down to the place where you are joined with him and lingers there, finding himself hypnotised by the sight of how his thick erection fills you completely, sinking inside you all the way to the base, pressing against you in all the right ways without effort on his part. he loves watching that most, seeing how he enters you again and again, disappearing into your slick heat with ease while his mouth hangs open, panting for air.

because you feel so nice... so good — he's tempted to stay here forever, lost inside of you, chasing after more of these feelings without a second thought about the rest of the world outside. but since he's not allowed to have that, he must use all of his remaining self-control to not ruin you with his unchecked desire.

his cock twitches inside you when he forces himself to focus on a more acceptable form of self-indulgence instead. the one where you'd only come undone together.

without giving it much thought, veritas tilts his hips into yours and resumes the movements of his pelvis with more speed and intensity — then he gets the idea that he has to try immediately. it's a simple experiment to determine what exactly is necessary to make you throw your head back into the pillows. so he drags his cock slowly down the length of your pussy and bumps his pubic bone against your clit. then he watches your response to him closely, registering each of your tiny expressions, recording them so he can use them for further examinations in the future.

how much can he pull out before you try to keep him inside with your hands digging into his arms? how fast does he need to fuck you so your toes curl up from the sweet sensation, a cry slipping past your lips while tears prickle in the corner of your eyes from all that stimulation?

the latter happens to be your limit, and he discovers it rather easily — almost too easy. he repeats the process again and again to confirm that he's correct in his observations. your moans fill the room when he takes his time to slide out of your tight walls agonisingly slow, then he pounds into you with full force. and once your hole pulses around his member to greet him properly, he stills the movements of his lower body and reaches out to rub over your clit in the meantime, until you have trouble regaining your breath from that last moment of pressure.

at one point, you've already forgotten how to do that anymore — the only things left within your memory are his grunts and sighs, his amber eyes losing focus every now and then, and his violet hair becoming increasingly dishevelled from all the movement he puts into fucking you senseless.

"i implore you to direct your undivided attention to my fingers, and don't look away from my face. understand?" he commands as soon as he's managed to calm his breathing a little, so his voice will carry the proper tone. you blink your eyes a few times and do as he tells you, forcing your hazy vision to adjust and follow along. "and don't tense your stomach muscles this much when i'm hitting your sweet spot. you'll only get cramps then."

and oh... he didn't intend to sound quite this stern or threatening about the issue. he thinks he may have gone too far once again, especially since your pupils dilate like this. and just to make sure that he didn't upset you, veritas runs his fingertips gently over your bare belly, giving it some soothing caresses — until he realises that he, in fact, did something good. you arch into his touch and press your tummy more against him, letting his palms explore more of that softness without holding back, tracing over the hills of your breasts and squeezing the supple mounds softly.

since when has he started to care about your wellbeing? should you take his instructions and advice without any doubt, like he was your only guidance in the darkness of ignorance?

whatever the reason might be, ratio allows himself to sink a little more into his own emotions. and although it was supposed to be just another day of curing you from the unawareness. of treating your lack of knowledge and instructing you in a proper way — you're learning to adapt to him better than before, and perhaps it was just him not letting himself accept you up until now.

"your body... no, you feel amazing, exquisite," he gasps lowly in between sharp breaths. "there's just the perfect amount of resistance against me and your inner muscles are clamping down around my cock as if to guide it back inside. but— ngh...! this will suffice for today."

with this, you would think he was beginning to tease you a little... but no, those weren't empty words. he had indeed lost focus during the act of drawing more beautiful reactions from you, his body leaning heavier onto you while the tension built up within his loins made itself known by his sudden rambling. his pace grows desperate as his lust gets harder to control with each passing second.

he couldn't hide the pleasure that was coursing through him any longer, no matter what he did to stop it — you'd give anything just to see the look on his face. to be able to stare right into his eyes as you reached your peak at the same time, riding out the waves of orgasm together in a heated union.

you didn't think it'd be possible, but the sounds he makes are even sexier now than they were before, making you crave his release as much as your own.

he's going at a different angle now, adjusting himself with shaky fingers holding up your knees, hands slipping against the softness of your thighs while you hold onto the sheets, wishing to reach for him in an attempt to ease the desperation behind his touches. and every thrust is deliciously deep, going so far inside that it makes your toes curl.

you don't dare interrupt the tempo he's set for you, just like he instructed. you let him take what he needed without any complaints or words. it doesn't take long until you feel him twitching inside you, pressing into your sensitive flesh, and reaching places deep inside your cunt that have never been touched by anyone before.

when his release finally comes, your mind feels just as numb as your nerves — but in a pleasant way that leaves you utterly satisfied. the thick white spills of his seed shooting inside your insides, soaking your entrance with that hot stickiness, spreading out your folds open even further by the sheer force of that last thrust, his pelvis smacking against yours with an almost violent momentum.

veritas pushes inside you deep enough so he can grind the last of his orgasm onto your walls, then slowly slides out, only to tremble above you, regaining his stamina. his exhales are laboured, and his limbs seem to give in at any moment.

while he's catching his breath, you can't help but touch him. run your fingers through his silky locks. it almost makes him panic a little. you can feel it in the way he tenses up when your hand rests against his cheek, letting your thumb gently brush across the faint flush of heat.

"if you think... i would be done with you just because i came once, you must be delusional," he says, but this time there's not even a single drop of viciousness in his voice.

that's at least what he would love to do, to stay with you, to bury his nose into the crook of your neck and breathe you in deeply, to shower you with praise and appreciation. to never let you go... but he knows he shouldn't. he shouldn't take it further than this. at least not now.

he taught you what he was supposed to teach you for today — nothing more. and he refuses to indulge in anything else unless you truly desire it.

and in order to break that spell of allure that your presence entailed, he leans down and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

"but it's enough... however abundant the wealth of information may appear, it is not good for anyone's mind. i suggest we call it a day now."

then he sits up, retrieves his robe from the floor, and pulls the clothing over his shoulders, so it's not as revealing as it used to be. you can still see the flush of pink on his face, though. and those hands aren't as steady as usual. but most importantly, he looks tired. his eyelids droop heavily over his irises — probably the effects of fatigue and exhaustion catching up to him after pleasuring you more than he should.

doctor veritas ratio looks cute right now. really, really cute... so much nicer than his usual scholarly attitude and high demeanour. it's such a shame that you're unable to speak up and tell him just that. you hope you'll find the opportunity to do so another time if he's willing to hear you out.

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[seoulmatez]

— 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 ౨ৎ

okkotsu yuta x f!reader. 2.9k wc. ﾉ nsfw (mdni) ﾉ characters aged 21+ ﾉ step-brother!yuta ﾉ stepcest ﾉ college au ﾉ jealousy ﾉ possessiveness ﾉ yuta is insecure ﾉ marking (hickies & biting)

this is a continuation of my other stepbro!yuta fic, misplaced lust. that offers some background to this fic but this can also be read as a standalone!

a month has passed since you and yuta shared that fateful night in your living room, since you’ve started seeing him as someone other than your step brother—though, you still haven’t quite settled on what to call him. yuta would insist on “boyfriend” but the word feels heavy and sticky in your mouth, like you can’t really get it out any time you try. you suppose you’re still getting acquainted with the idea of yuta as a lover rather than a brother.

all you can say for sure is that things are different.

your standing as simply siblings is the image you keep up in public, much due to your persistence, though, behind closed doors, it’s a different story. gone are the days when yuta kept his urges buried. he touches you when he pleases—stealing the sweetness of your lips in morning kisses, holding you hostage in midday cuddles, exploring each and every curve of your body as you writhe and pant beneath him at night.

it’s taken some getting used to but you’ve fallen into some sort of strange routine with him. the life you’re living is far from ordinary, though, you’re pleased with it.

tuesdays—you have class on campus and, as much as you’ve told him that it isn’t necessary, yuta practically begged you to let him take on the task of taking you to and from your classes. you’re sure he’s parked in the lot across from your building now, but you’ll have to keep him waiting a while longer so that you can exchange contact information with your new project partner.

“just sent you a text,” the boy tucks his phone away in his pocket, “did you get it?”

as if he willed it himself, your phone dings with a message notification. it’s from an unknown number but you infer that the sweet “hi! :)” is from him. you wave your screen at him with a smile and a nod before quickly saving him to your contacts.

“i’ll text you when i get home, yeah?” you look to your partner, eyebrows raised in question.

“sounds good to me.”

“great.” you offer him a wave before setting off to the crowd of cars in search of yuta’s.

it doesn’t take you long to find it, or him for that matter. he’s standing outside the vehicle at the hood, arms crossed and eyebrows pulled together in confusion. the sight leaves you puzzled yourself as you approach him. he usually meets you with a smile. it’s strange to not see the corners of his lips pulling up.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you question. if you were in the privacy of either of your apartments, you’d reach out to smooth out the crease between his brows.

yuta reaches for you, large hands coming to rest on your hips before he pulls you closer. you frown and shake your head in a silent reminder that people are watching—people who shouldn’t see you in such a position. much to yuta’s dismay, you knock his arms away and take a step back. your action seems to upset him further. “who was that guy?”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes at his question. if you thought his investment in your relationships before you hooked up was concerning, then the tabs he keeps on you now border overbearing. you can’t talk to a guy within his line of sight without being questioned about it afterward.

“he’s just a classmate,” you reassure him with a sigh.

your disinterest in the conversation does nothing to ease yuta’s nerves. a piece of him knows that his jealousy may be unwarranted, but, to be fair, you’ve never gone as far as sharing contact information with another guy—and right in front of him, at that. “a classmate that needs your phone number?”

“yes,” you swear you see his frown deepen with your answer, “but only because we’re working on a project together.”

yuta trusts you, he does, but knowing that you’ll be working closely with a guy he’s unfamiliar with leaves a sour taste in his mouth. he’s well aware of how the minds of men work and who’s to say this one won’t make a move on you?

though, as he looks into the depths of your eyes, yuta reminds himself that it’s you. you wouldn’t let things escalate that far, you wouldn’t betray his trust—right? 

large hands come up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing over each of your cheekbones. midnight eyes bore into yours as he asks, “you promise?”

your heart jumps in your chest—at the feel of his rough palms on your face or the unexpected question, you’re not sure. the intensity behind his lidded gaze almost makes you forget where you are, that he’s not supposed to be touching you like this here, where anyone can see. you take hold of his wrists, pulling his hands down from your face, opting to hold them between your bodies to keep them hidden.

“i promise,” you tell him, voice low so that only the two of you can hear.

the warmth of your hands and the softness of your voice relieve all the tension that’s built up in yuta since he was met with that unsavory sight. he squeezes your hand, lips pulling up into a soft smile. 

he knew he could trust you.

life with yuta is as normal as it can be outside of your interactions with your poor classmate. the boy really hasn’t done anything wrong but he still unknowingly bears the brunt of yuta’s irritation and resentment. a simple text from him informing you that he added content to the document and would appreciate you looking it over earns a grimace from yuta if you take too long replying to him.

so, you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised when your phone vibrates with a notification—no, two notifications from yuta during your library meeting with your acquaintance. you hope it’s not rude to shift your attention to your phone for a moment. two messages one after the next implies urgency.

> where are you?

> you said you’d be back by 6

so much for urgent. you click the button on the side of the device to put your screen to sleep, not bothering to reply. you’re sure you’ll be wrapping things up here soon and the process will go even quicker if you don’t break to text him back. you make a mental reminder to respond to him as soon as you’re done, flipping the phone so the screen is facing down on the table.

you’re barely able to get another paragraph typed out before your phone is buzzing again, not with a notification but with a phone call. despite not being able to see the caller display, you have an idea of who it is.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize to the man across from you, grabbing your phone off the table. “you don’t mind if i take this, do you? i’ll make it quick.”

he waves his hands in a show of nonchalance. “no, no, go ahead.”

you offer him an apologetic smile before stepping out of the room you two reserved to dedicate some time to your project. when you hear the click of the door announce that it’s closed, you press the accept button on the call.

“hello?”

“where are you?” there’s mild panic laced in his voice as he continues. “you didn’t reply to my texts.”

you should have seen this coming. he isn’t always like this—so obsessive over your whereabouts, but you think you have an inkling of what’s got him so on edge and he’s sitting in the room you just left. “yuta, i’m still at the library. we’re almost done.”

hearing your voice is like an anchor for yuta, keeping him grounded from his unwelcome, wandering thoughts. he tried not to worry when the clock hit six and you weren’t walking through the door, briefly thinking that you got caught in traffic or some other minor inconvenience that kept you a few minutes. 

though, as more time passed, the hypotheticals turned to something less innocent—ones that centered around you and him and the sorts of things you could get up to in a room with just the two of you. it made yuta’s head and heart hurt in a way he’s never experienced before but the pain is beginning to subside now that he’s heard from you.

he’s tempted to ask about what’s keeping you but for his own sanity, he buries the question, choosing instead to tell you, “i was just checking in.”

“everything’s fine.” you nod despite him not being able to see. 

you hate when he gets like this, stressing himself out over nothing, letting nonexistent things eat away at his mind. but, in the same breath, you love being the one to bring him back to earth, the one he finds solace in. maybe that’s why your voice softens with your next words. “i’ll be home soon.”

there’s a shaky sigh of relief on the other line, one you’re almost sure wasn’t meant to be audible.

“good.”

the final straw comes a couple of weeks later when yuta’s outside your door, fishing around his pocket for the key you’d given him when you moved in. though, before he’s able to find it, the door swings open.

he expects to be met with the sight of you in your loungewear—shorts that ride up your thighs and a shirt that leaves a sliver of skin on your tummy exposed—but the person standing before him is the last person he wants to see, especially in your foyer.

it’s your project partner.

yuta’s eyebrow twitches as he looks at the man, silently wondering just what the hell he’s doing inside your apartment. he’s got a comfortable grin on his face that slowly falls as he turns away from you to find yuta standing in the hall. there’s confusion written over his features and if yuta wasn’t so annoyed, he’d laugh—he’s the one who should be confused.

“hey, man,” your classmate greets yuta cautiously before turning to you. “you know this guy?”

the question seems to be enough for you to finally recognize yuta’s presence. you don’t smile and hug him like you usually do when he shows up at your place. no, instead, your eyes widen like he’s the unwelcome one.

yuta’s skin warms with his boiling blood as his dark gaze flits over to meet that of your guest. “i’m her b-“

“brother!” you cut him off. with the look in his eyes, you couldn’t be sure he wasn’t going to say another word that started with the same letter. “he’s my step brother.”

“oh,” the man nods, “nice to meet you.”

yuta musters up as friendly of a smile as he can. if you didn’t know him as well as you do, it would have simply looked like he was caught off guard meeting a new face. and while that’s partially true, you can tell that the smile is forced—that his teeth are really clenched behind his lips and that the sentiment is not shared.

your classmate turns back to you, not taking notice—or, at least, choosing not to acknowledge—the thick awkwardness in the air. “well, i’m heading out. see you in class.”

you give him a wave as he slips out the door past yuta, whose sole attention is now on you.

it doesn’t take a genius to tell what’s on his mind.

“yuta…” your voice usually has a calming effect on the man but it doesn’t seem to work this time around as he slips into your apartment, fingers running through the messy strands of inky hair.

“what was he doing here?” there’s an edge to his tone as the question fills the air—one that’s a mixture of anxiety and possessiveness, something different than what you’ve heard over the past few weeks.

you close the door before facing yuta. the darkness in his eyes from earlier lingers but the anger has dissipated, replaced by uncertainty. the latter is just as chilling. 

something tells you that your explanation, no matter how truthful, won’t get through to him—not when he’s so worked up. still, you try to make it clear that nothing was going on between the two of you. you reach out to take his hand in yours so that he stops tugging at his hair. “we were going over our presentation, that’s all.”

the stare he meets you with is heavy, almost intimidating. “you had to bring him home to do that?”

“i didn’t feel like driving to campus so i had him meet me here.” you can see yuta’s jaw clench at your justification. you drop his hand in favor of placing yours on his face. his skin is warm beneath your hands and your fingers graze over the curves of his cheekbones and jaw. he softens under your touch, though the insecurity sticks to his expression. you hope your next words are reassuring. “but nothing happened—i swear.”

there’s an honest glint sparkling in your eyes and a softness to your gaze that convinces yuta that you wouldn’t lie to him—not about this, not about anything. with a deep breath, yuta’s hands come to rest on either side of your waist and he nods—more to himself than anything.

he dips his head down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. it’s eager and greedy, like if he doesn’t do it now, he won’t ever be able to. his tongue runs over your lips, swirls in a dance with yours as he breathes in your air and scent. it’s dizzying and your head is spinning even when he pulls away.

his nips at your lip, nose pressed against yours. “you’re mine, right?”

you nod, parted lips glistening with yuta’s spit. 

“then show me.”

the journey to your room is clumsy, kisses interrupted by clothes being strewn about the hallway. though, when you do finally make it to your bedroom, your back meeting the mattress, yuta wastes no time letting his lips roam all over your body. he sucks and nips at your delicate skin, leaving dark marks of his love on your neck, your collarbone, your chest.

the simple sensation draws a melody of moans from you that reaches yuta’s ears, swelling his heart and his cock. he groans—the erection between his legs is almost painful and he finds relief in grinding the head up and down your folds, letting it bump against your clit. the contact elicits a sharp gasp from you and the sound only feeds yuta’s arousal.

he can’t hold himself back any longer.

sinking into you feels like the closest yuta will ever get to paradise. he fights his eyes from rolling back, stops himself from drooling, as he bottoms out in a practiced motion. he usually gives you a moment to adjust around him but he’s far too worked up to allow you the courtesy this time around, almost immediately setting a tempo with his thrusts.

the sound of skin slapping skin as his hips snap into you accompanied by the squelching of your wetness fills the still, thick air of your bedroom. yuta’s choked groans join them and he lets his head fall to rest at the crook of your neck. 

his tongue pokes out to lick at your skin, lips latching on to leave yet another purpling spot behind—a sign of his love, a sign that you're his. 

the thought causes yuta to bite down on the side of your neck, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to leave an indent of his teeth. he raises his head to meet your eye, labored breaths tickling your face as he hovers above you. he swallows before pressing his forehead to yours, hips still bucking into you.

“you’re mine,” he breathes out, nails digging into the sheets on either side of you.

you can’t tell whether it’s a question or a statement but you nod the best you can regardless of which it is.

his dark eyes bore into yours, a mixture of passion and possessiveness swimming in his gaze. “say it.”

it takes a moment for you to find your voice and even when you do, your declaration cracks. “i’m yours, yuta.”

“that’s right,” he dips his head down to kiss you, smiling against your lips before pulling away, “all mine.”

yuta’s hand finds its way between your bodies and to your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bud and drawing heavenly whimpers from you. he starts to lose the rhythmic pace he set as his climax creeps upon him, each thrust growing more and more erratic. a fire sparks to life in your abdomen with the added sensation and you can feel the heat seeping beneath your skin, penetrating your nerves. every part of you is on fire.

the stimulation is soon too much for you, pushing you over the edge and into the deep end of pleasure. the sharp breath you suck in is followed by shaky moans as you ride out your orgasm. with all the pretty noises you’re making and the way your cunt flutters around him, yuta follows not far behind you.

he pulls out before his seed can spill inside you, the warm white ropes of cum spurting on your belly instead. his own moans mingle with yours as he comes down from his high, chest rising and falling with each of his heavy breaths. 

his eyes flit up to yours, hand reaching out to caress the side of your face. you lean into his touch instinctively which makes his lips curl up in a smile. you wouldn’t do this for anyone else, would you?

you really are his.

thanks you for reading! if you enjoyed, please reblog or leave a comment! ᡣ𐭩

[anantaru]

cunt destroyer wrio 👹

cw. mean & dom wrio, petnames used: baby, doll fem! reader

with his lips parted, jaw slacked, wriothesley's eyes glimmer down on your juddering legs holding on to his hips for their dear life.

how absolute pretty of you to give him such desperate signs that you were so close to your climax— yet his utmost favorite must be your perfectly arched back that made it almost too smooth to fuck you in that precise way.

slow and steady, with his thrusts emphasizing on the slow.

he grips at your chin, his eyes barred on your dizzy expression as he lifts it to make you look up at him with a whimper, "you sure you can last as long as you claimed you would?" wriothesley raises a curious brow before smothering over your giddy thighs with his palm, practically forcing the air out of your lungs.

"because it doesn't look like it, doll," he sneaks out a grumble as he begins to move again— although feel it deeply now, concentrate on how agonizingly slow he slid his cock out of your warmth before greedily grinding it all the way in, easy, again— slow, unhurriedly rubbing over your flaring walls.

"wriothesley, p-please don't tease me now," you mewl, "just a little faster," before taking a moment to swallow the growing lump in your throat as you moan at yet another sizzling thrust— fuck, you're shaking, hot and smoldering at each time he makes you take his dick.

because you can feel it all, his swollen tip breaching through your hole or his lengthy veins pulsating over the flickering skin.

simply all of it. you can feel him more intensely now.

your eyes flicker to your lower region to watch wriothesley on how he's doing it, how on earth he could manage to turn you into this babbling, drooling mess of a person with his slow thrusts. how he's nonchalantly guiding his cock in and out of your hole until you're huffing out hasty breaths of his name, his hips moving lightly as he rests his body weight on top of you.

"hah, please don't tease me now," wriothesley mocks you as he laughs breathily, his dripping erection capturing inches after inches of your walls as you split and part just perfectly to his size. he was so warm inside of you that it rattled your body with goosebumps the more you squeezed and milked him.

you could taste the curves of his length that paraded themselves with one thick, massive vein, the raw feeling of it making you stammer over your precious, cute sobs.

"hey," wriothesley squeezes your thighs, "keep looking at me, doll," he adds and rests his forehead against yours, all the while driving into you with such ravenous slowness that made you experience sharp twitches all across your body, "just don't take your eyes off me," he rasps with one side of his lips pulled up, revealing his white canines.

moan after moan, you fold until those sweet, innocent thrusts that genuinely cracked you apart— and with your body trembling from head to toe, wriothesley suppresses a sudden, rasping groan when you press your heels into his back to have him deeper in you.

just something that would make him snap out of this game.

the duke chuckles, crowding you thickly so you'd be full of his shaft, "don't worry, okay?" he notices your face growing hot as he puts a sickly sweet kiss on the tip of your nose, "i'll take care of you baby, fuck— just trust me, yeah?"

"it will all be worth it in the end."

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[sugarwish]

while you’re giving others your kindness, don’t forget to treat yourself with that same kindness. you deserve it, always remember that ❤︎

[izuwus]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : ever thought how your favorite boys from love & deep space kiss?

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 : perhaps I am a little bit per the slightest chance down bad for these three men b-but that's not the point!! ... (๑﹏๑//)

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 . . . his kisses are intense. his lips are always demanding, stealing the breath from your lungs, taking and taking and taking until you feel borderline dizzy. but those strong arms of his are always there to steady you in case that truly happens, ghosting along the small of your back, squeezing your hips ever so slightly — he's always gentleman like when it comes to his touches. "does it feel good when I kiss you like that?" murmured between your mouths and he doesn't dare wait for a reply before his lips are on yours again, hungrier than before. zayne doesn't always have a lot of time on his hands which means he never wants to waste a second he gets to have you.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 . . . his kisses are teasing. one peck turns into two, perhaps three and once you think you're finally going to get what you want he's pulling away with a teasing smirk and a glint in his eyes that burns like starlight. "what? don't tell me you thought I was going to give in so easily?" loves riling you up just for the sake of feeling how warm your skin gets whenever he cups your cheek. lets his thumb graze across the swell of your cheek before he leans in, oh so slowly till your noses brush. "I like it when you're needy. it makes me feel excited, wondering just how far I can push you before you break."

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 . . . his kisses are uncertain. his lips are soft as satin and faintly taste like cherries, always ghosting over yours for a moment or two before he finally presses them to yours. he likes it when you guide the kiss, his hands planted firmly on your hips. if you kiss him hard enough you might just be able to feel how he goes weak in the knees. tug on his hair hard enough and he just might moan into your mouth. "is this h- hah- is this how you like it?"

[tteokdoroki]

aali do u think jock!yuuji makes his virgin gf cum on the tip of his cock or like,,,,,,

𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #8. just the tip.

about. our favourite jock takes his special girlfriend’s virginity. well…kind of.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, virginity loss, just the tip, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, praise, jock bf!itadori, weird gf + fem!reader.

omg !! i feel like jock bf!yuuji (especially if he’s the more experienced one) is fully aware of his size and how it might cause a little more pain for someone who’s a virgin. the first few times that you have sex, he spends a good portion of time between your thighs, suckling on your clit and fingering you nice and slow so that you’re all wet n stretched out for him.

yuuji makes you cum at least twice that way before he even thinks about bringing his cock into the picture :( he doesn’t want to hurt his pretty baby.

he settles on a pussy job to make you cum once last time before he puts it in. often sliding the length of his girth through your slicked up folds while he watches your face because he knows it probably feels good for you — the gentle thrusts and the way his sticky tip catches on your swollen little clit. sometimes yuuji is a little more calculated, letting it poke at your quivering hole just to see if you can take it, just to hear you mewl.

“‘m gonna put a lil bit in now, okay honey? not much, i know you’re scared. ‘m gonna take good care of you.” sobs, it takes everything for yuuji not to buck his hips and thrust all the way into you after you give him your consent — he keeps it slow, fisting the pillows either side of your head as he grinds his bulbous and red hot cockhead past your entrance. “don’t squeeze down, baby. ease up, you’re a little tense… that’s it. good girl, there we go…” he guides you through it, instructions breathed out warmly against the shell of your ear until you’re oh so full of cockhead n you feel like you could bust again :(

he plays with your clit, spreading your wetness over the pulsating nub in sync with yuuji’s gentle thrusts into your heat — not too hard and not too deep, he just wants you to get used to him inch by inch. you’re in tears when you cum again, but you’ve done so well and itadori can’t help but kiss his praises into your sweaty hairline.

“well done, honey. you did so well for me. next time, we’ll try a little more. yeah?”

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